Project Hallways lyrics

Step in to my highrise hellYou gots to be on the up and upWatch your back, pump your crackBut don't forget to re-upA burner's your god and you pray to it all dayThen at night, you catch a bodyBut it's just the shit you got to doCause if you wasn't watchin, they'd catch your ass tooYou gotta go all out if you want propsOr you can just kill a man, and it's the same for copsNow you want a little fame from the drug gameWhether you shoot em up, or pump cracks, it's all the sameBut fuck it you're in it to win itFat uptown, cookies in the rocks, your spot's hotNow you're livin the life of a project sad songMakin your loot from all the right wrongsBut that's the way it goes when you choose your pathAnd you might just, feel the pain of a tec 22 blastAll out war, with niggaz from the next blockYou're pullin out the glock, to shut em downNow you're mr. big shot in your tribeNiggaz know your name from mt. vernon, to southsideComin from the streets of frightWhere the only thing you'll know is how to roll it up rightAnd load it up, tight, you're startin a block warNigga pull the trigga if you want a little moreFrank nitty style, buckwildThirty-eight slugs from uptown thugsNo question, you're true to the gameSince the age of a little brand nubianFrom skelly tops to props ? and all thatNow you're puttin your block on the mapA role model to the petty drug dealersBanana clip style, my neighborhood's buckwildYou can't forget who you came fromSee you later maybe sooner in the project hallways

A little hellbound nigga, shoot em up, light em upPull the trigger, pass the 40 in the project hallwaysRunnin through the doorways, back in the daysJust a little snot nosed bastardAlways causin havoc, with a bladeBut now it's a burner, used, for murderStep a little closer and your ass is grassYou better move fast 'fore i kick that assCause i'm sharp like glass, but i won't breakWalk into the project hallways is your big mistakeYou little bitch ass nigga, you shoulda known betterYou'll get done, did, a kid from the 'bridgeWho gets buck, and couldn't give a fuck about your dazeI'm talkin bout the project hallways

Catchin bodies in the project hallways

Project hallways, chillin in the project hallwaysTo survive around my wayYou gotta play a knuckle game every dayLost in the shuffle of hardrocksAnd knocks on the streets of the uptown blocksLoad the glocks, who got the mox'A little gun bangin bad-ass project thugYou're in the wrong part of town kidMr. buddha on the 13th floor, gimme some moreSess bag it up real quick kidTap the ? shit, the brew, pass the phil'What's my name? niggaz call me little shorty gets illAnd bag em up on the street cornerAnd bust em open in the project hallways

Check it out, yoAround the way kid the sun don't shinePhillie blunts kid i got what you want and it's timeMy dialogue with the project cause motivateMove, what? i never loseFreestyle project hallway styleBut the shit ain't real unless you got that buddha filledChalm, keep me goin on when i performCharge the brain, lick em up, that's the name of the gameSo it's the move when i move little smoothOn the motherfuckin mission and i just improveUpstairs, niggaz dyin on the 6th floorCause in the projects, shit is mad roughSo take a puff and relax your mindJ.v. crimes, most of the timeYou might catch my crew, with a sixty-four brewWatch your back, cause we're comin throughWith a fat sack of 1-2-1 sonAnd the shit ain't fun, unless i get someOf the action, little shorty executeI'm killin niggaz in the hallwaysTil there ain't no more left to shootSo if you can't take the heat, stay out of the waysBefore you 'come a victim of the project hallways